[19] Audio Broadcast

[catatonicanon]

There's a sound of bed sheets rustling, a soft shift of fabric that has been washed to thinness. It's noisy here, the sound of footsteps walking, people talking, strange machines beeping and distant sneakers squeaking by.

Something shifts the bed sheets and the sound of a tiny baby whining in protest is heard over the radios. The bed creaks, the baby whines.

"You know what, Vic? He looks like a Denzel."

The voice is female; tired, young and distracted.

Footsteps approach and this time the voice is a young male.

"I thought we agreed on Brian?"

In the distance, someone begins to scream. The sound is drowned out by the woman.

"But he looks more like a Denzel. Besides, I like Denzel. Don't you like Denzel?"

"Yeah, yeah, do what you want."

"Heh heh! Denzel it is then! Hi, Denzel! I'm your mommy!"

The bed sheets shift, machines beep, a woman screams and shoes squeak on by.

Comments

[catatonicanon]

Cigars for EVERYONE!

[spandexisyouth]

Cigars? Why would everyone want cigars?

[catatonicanon]

To breathe in deep the fruit of my loins, OF COURSE.







Hint: He tastes like APPLE(S)!!!

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

Like...apples?

[Bittytrap is not sure if he should be amused or horrified right now]

[spandexisyouth]

Not a good thing, at all.

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

I...guessed that much.

There's emphasis in his voice.

[spandexisyouth]

Perhaps a lesson on fruit would be good for another day.

Thankfully he's not that dense

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

Ah, okay.

[Pause]

...Who is this?

Heehee.

[spandexisyouth]

[His voice is known, there's really no point to hiding it.]

My name is Gai.

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

Oh! I don't think I've ever talked to you before, Gai-san. I'm Daitou.

[spandexisyouth]

Hello, Daitou. I am sorry for us taking so long to talk. It is good to meet you. Some time we should meet in person.

[catatonicanon]

You expected me to say pineapples weren't you?

Not my boy! He's a horse of a different color!

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

You mean you gave birth to...actual fruit?

[catatonicanon]

[She begins to sing]

~My hump! My hump! My lovely baby coconut!

[The singing turns to laughter]

You got funny notions.

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

[VERY VERY AWKWARD LAUGHTER]

Ahaha, I suppose I do.

[catatonicanon]

YOU laugh funny!

I hear you and Fruitbowl have a DATE!

KEEP IT CLEAN! No ringy? NO DINGY!

[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

[There is only a sort of vaguely horrified silence as Dai pieces together that this is going Nowhere Good]

[spandexisyouth]

Because the cigar was once plant life?

[Voice placed. Voice very much placed.]

[catatonicanon]

Animal, mineral or vegetable...

[The voice gasps]

SIR DID YOU JUST CALL MY SON A CARROT?!

[spandexisyouth]

A carrot. Orange. But apples are not orange, and cigars are not either.

No. I said nothing that could be taken that way at all.

[catatonicanon]

ERGO! Sometimes a pipe is just a pomegranate.

~I hear it in your TONE.

That'll be fifty laps around the ionosphere, soldier!

TEN HUT!

[spandexisyouth]

But a pipe is for smoking and a pomegranate is for eating and sometimes drinking and also growing. A pipe is never a pomegranate.

I am good at laps, but I am best at them on the ground.

[catatonicanon]

And a Tree is never in a BOWL.

Shhhhhhhhhh, Fruitbowl. Your thinking is too bright! The baby is sleeping. He rocked himself to sleep.

Then run run run run run run run run run run run run run till your feet hit China.

[spandexisyouth]

A pomegranate can be carved into a bowl and turn into a tree. A pipe has a bowl and can be made from a tree. So in that case a pomegranate can be related to a tree.

Is he sleeping peacefully?

I do not know where China is.

[catatonicanon]

Outside thinking! It will get you everynowhere.

His sleeping is DISTURBED. The bar man slipped him a Mickey and he woke UP.

FRUITBOWL! Come closer to the speaker! I'll tell you why!
Because I've never heard my baby before.

And China is below your feet of course.